The Human Adventure
The birth of a kid is just an adventure
Which has its start about nine months before
After an instant of joy or of venture,
When seed of man is reaching up its score
In the twisty running toward the egg
So that its breed continues to live more.
The seed is blind and looks for life to beg
Ignoring if it came from a love act
Or it was born from a violence peg.
For sure was produced with ardor impact
Even if done with evil aim and thought
Giving a great pain to suffering racked.
Seminal act is instinctively brought,
By flaming passion pushed and too driven
Sometimes against the ethics it is sought.
The male equipment is strongly given
But in the woman is arcane somewhat
Much less evident, it is well hidden.
With more pleasant body woman can strut
To capture of male the keen attention
And meet his anxious wish with no rebut.
And seldom then prevails the intention
Of conceiving a son in intercourse
But perhaps the seed hits destination.
One out of thousand sperms just gets the course
Goes on piercing the egg with its tipped head
Being able to act by slyness force.
Half of genetic is ready to tread
By joining other to form full gamete
And the genomic unit is now wed.
In the newly formed cell is the repeat
Half genes from the feminine part
With the male half just needed to complete.
The cell is now then doubled with great art
Twice, and four times, again eight times and more
Producing cells in groups and rows from start.
These duplications are in the deep core
Genes reproducing with detail.
In the original egg find their store.
Meanwhile it takes place for egg an hard trail
From the pavilion embryo drops down
Risking in narrow tuba deadlock fail.
Succulent uterus will give the crown
When the trip will be finished with success.
There more other events will start around.
If morula is able to progress
Already full of cells is just inside
From uterus nutriment can possess
Which is given to the external side
To grow the phoetus during the months next
And then in its maternal nest abide.
The cell doubling is a secret complex
Allowing its full specialization.
In its program is written what expects.
We see then of organs the formation
Different parts coordinated well
Starting from a random situation.
Other structures have meanwhile to excel
To join the mother to hers son at best
And good nutrition to newborn impel.
A white immaculate shirt like a vest
Enfolds the phoetus diving water pure
Where it fits as were its ideal nest.
A cord takes care of it and life assure
Through maternal blood giving it food
So the Nature is now winning for sure.
A movement at fifth month inside is clued
By mother who is bringing in its weight
And precise forms can now be found and viewed.
With ultrasounds is looked at body trait
To unravel how it has been formed so
And to know its sex there will be no wait.
An established process makes it grow
With precise rules in the genetic set
And month after month is finished slow.
The placenta and baby are both met
The mother hers large turgor then proud shows
And are ready to give milk hers breasts wet.
The baby with ardor moves and signs throws
Preparing to come out frrom the nice nest
In which with love has grown from feet to nose.
Waters are broken and a shout expressed
The painful process has now started then
Leading the newborn to a new shore test.
A dangerous moment it is again
Because the head must exit for the first,
Father, sometimes, is waiting out the when.
It is now there! The exit is a burst.
Then umbilical cord is neatly cut
It’s time for feasts and too for champagne thirst!
Copyright © Mario De Paz | Year Posted 2015
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